Douluo: I’m Cultivating Immortality, and I’m Still a Titled Douluo?

"Still not coming out? What are you doing in there?"

The voice's owner was none other than Qian Renxue, her tear-streaked face betraying her turmoil.

Upon discovering the truth behind her mother's distant and disdainful treatment of her, Qian Renxue was left utterly stunned.

Her mother, a figure of unparalleled grace and nobility, had endured a past so harrowing and unimaginable that it defied comprehension. This revelation completely overturned Qian Renxue's understanding, leaving her in shock and disbelief.

After repeatedly confirming that everything she learned was true, the resentment and grievances she harbored toward Bibi Dong melted away entirely. In their place, a deep sense of guilt and remorse took root.

Having come to understand her mother's suffering, Qian Renxue was determined to make amends for her own past behavior and immaturity.

When she presented a collection of treasures to Bibi Dong as a token of her sincerity, Bibi Dong smiled faintly, her lips curling into a subtle arc.

"My foolish child," Bibi Dong said gently, "these things are gifts meant for you. If you were to give them to me, it wouldn't be right."

She spoke with a kind, motherly gaze, gently patting Qian Renxue's golden hair.

Seizing the moment, Qian Renxue threw herself into her mother's embrace.

Looking at her daughter nestled against her, Bibi Dong sighed softly.

"You've found a good man," she murmured. "There's hope for your future. As for me, your mother… I wasn't so fortunate."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue instinctively replied, "It's fine, Mother. What's mine is yours. Even Yunzhou can…"

Her words trailed off as she realized the implication, hastily closing her mouth in embarrassment.

Seeing her daughter's flustered reaction, Bibi Dong chuckled and offered gentle advice.

"You silly girl," she said. "Words like these cannot be spoken carelessly. A slip of the tongue can bring disaster, understand?"

Qian Renxue nodded sheepishly. "I… I understand, Mother."

Hearing this heartfelt address of "Mother," Bibi Dong felt her lingering dissatisfaction and resentment toward Qian Renxue dissipate completely.

At that moment, a voice filled with amusement rang out.

"It seems the two of you are getting along well."

The speaker was none other than Lu Yunzhou, who had just arrived.

Seeing the mother and daughter in such a harmonious embrace, Lu Yunzhou immediately understood that the rift between them had been bridged. The once-insurmountable gulf of misunderstanding and pain had been filled, even if the path forward might still have its challenges.

The arrival of Qian Daoliu, who witnessed the scene, brought further joy. Overwhelmed with relief and happiness at the reconciliation, he declared a grand celebration for the Spirit Hall. Not only were salaries for the month tripled, but he also granted amnesty to several minor offenders within the Spirit Hall's prisons.

Three days later, Lu Yunzhou stood atop the towering Giant Sword Mountain. Without hesitation, he activated the Ten Thousand Seeker Talisman.

The instant the talisman was activated, an overwhelming surge of energy erupted, spreading out with astonishing speed to search for a specific location: the Dragon Valley.

Moments later, a deafening dragon roar reverberated through the heavens, shaking the land. It was a sound of immense power, signaling the success of the talisman.

As expected, more dragon roars soon followed, their intensity and pitch varying.

Lu Yunzhou stood still, waiting for the cacophony to subside.

Beside him, Gu Yuena—known to the world as the Silver Dragon King—listened silently. For her, the roars were haunting echoes of despair, the final cries of her kin before their untimely deaths.

To her, it was a bitter reminder of her own powerlessness, a shame she bore as the sole survivor of her lineage.

When the roars finally faded, a pitch-black tunnel appeared before them, its depths radiating potent spatial energy. This passage led to none other than the Dragon Valley—one of the three legendary treasure troves of the Douluo Continent.

With a meaningful glance at the portal, Lu Yunzhou turned to Gu Yuena. "Let's go," he said.

Gu Yuena's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression solemn. After a brief nod, she responded, "Alright."

Together, they stepped into the void-like passage.

Emerging from the spatial tunnel, they arrived at the outskirts of Dragon Valley.

Lu Yunzhou scanned his surroundings and was immediately struck by the scene before him.

Skeletons.

Everywhere he looked, the ground was littered with bones.

Among every hundred or thousand skeletons, a single shimmering piece of bone stood out—Soul Bones.

These Soul Bones, treasures of immeasurable value in the outside world, were scattered here in abundance. What's more, most of them were at least ten thousand years old.

Furthermore, the type of these Soul Bones was specific—they were predominantly Dragon Bones. This could only mean that these remains all belonged to dragons.

"Just the outer perimeter alone is filled with the remains of so many dragons. This place… truly lives up to its name as Dragon Valley, the final resting ground of the dragon race."

As this thought crossed his mind, Lu Yunzhou couldn't help but swallow hard.

Back then, Tang Wulin, who carried the bloodlines of both humanity and soul beasts, had buried dragons here for a thousand days before he managed to obtain the Seven-Colored Bracelet.

Meanwhile, Gu Yuena, who possessed the pure bloodline of the Silver Dragon King, had merely set foot here and immediately obtained the Heart of the Dragon God.

With this in mind, Lu Yunzhou began to comprehend the mystery and profound significance of this place.

"Why haven't you shown yourself yet? What are you waiting for?"

As Lu Yunzhou muttered softly to himself, the primal forces of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King erupted from within his body.

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